He done call you at 8 oclock. And you better make up some big ass god damn stupid ass, lyin' story. Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you? Robert? Rebecca? Let me talk to the president…[heavy breathing]…this is Jeffrey, Oklahoma City Oklahoma. I want to talk to the president. [heavy breathing] Do you understand that? Do you understand that? You just rip off bastards, quit harassin' my mama…you hear me? Quit harassin' my mama!

Hi. Yes, I'm making yet another phone call. It's pretty hard to say things, you know, over the voicemail, when I don't have you on the other end. But, you want black and white. And this is pretty black and white. I need to hear from you. I need to have, I need to know that you care that much about me that you're gonna be there for me, and that you're concerned, and that you want to work this out, all of the above. And what I will assume by you not calling is that you don't care and that you don't want to work this out and you know what, you don't care if I leave. Because I gotta do something before I end up killing myself. My health is in jeopardy here, I'm sure you're aware of that. I guess what I'm saying, black or white, is I wanna hear from you tonight, soon. Not at 1 in the morning when you're done at the bars. But now, cause I know you're checking your voicemail. I wanna hear if you have any care, any ounce of concern in your body for me. And if you do, if you want to be with me, and I'll say it again, I wanna be with you. But, there's a big big fucking mountain to climb to do that. The way I feel right now. And I feel like the only person I feel like cared for me here isn't there. So I can't say here anymore. And you're not exactly the easiest person to be with. You think I'm such a pain, you're not real easy either. So if you can call me, or better yet, if you an stop by and show me that you want to be with me, and you're that concerned. And we can put all this behind us, then I can do that. But I can't keep doing that. But I need to know. Cause I can't go on like this. So please, be fair to me. And if you choose to not do that, don't call me anymore. Because I can't handle it. And don't call to ask me how I'm doing. And don't call to ask me about stupid things. Call me tonight or come over. Come over, yeah. Cause I can't get to you all the time. And show me that you want to be with me. And if you don't, I will know. And I'm dead serious about this, Mark. So the ball's in your court, and you decide what you want, and it pretty much sounds like you've made up your mind already. I just hope that you know. Cause I'm not playing games. I'm done. I can't keep going on like this.

Hey, it's me. I am so fuckin' into you. And you have to pay attention to Betsy, but let's have fun. I want to fuckin' eat you and fuck you and suck your tits and watch you eat Betsy and lick your ass. I'm so fuckin' into you, it's incredible. Check this message and then just say to me, "yes." The kids can watch us. Let's just fuckin' have fun. I'm so fuckin' into you, you're so fuckin' hot. You know, I don't do this for a living, this is like new to me. But I want to fuckin' make you crazy.

A hilarious recording of two old men arguing with one another for hours, recorded by one of their neighbors who had had just about enough of their babbling moronic chatter and had to tape it so his friends would believe it. Shut Up, Little Man! became a series of tape recordings of two belligerent alcoholics, Raymond Huffman & Peter J. Haskett . The tapes were recorded by Mitchell D & Eddie Lee Sausage, 2 dudes that lived next door to Raymond and Peter in San Fran's Lower Haight district in the late 80's. The two old men next door argued constantly, with Peter frequently shouting “shut up, little man!” at Raymond. Eddie and Mitchell started recording the antics and often egged Peter and Raymond on with prank telephone calls of their own. Listen here…

Hey, there's some creepy bum trolling around the building. Um, look alive when you get home tonight. Godspeed.

Well, you know. I just don't understand how you could be so mean, but I guess if you could be this mean right now, you'll be even worse if we were ever to be married. And it's a good thing I'm learning this now. Cause you sure don't have any soft spot in your heart. You know what, unless it's your way. And I can honestly say, I don't hate a lot of people, but I hate you. Because, you know what, you've tortured me, and you've made me feel like shit, and you've said it verbally. You know I never professed to be perfect, Mark, but you know what I would never tell you that I don't want to be with you. I would never do things without you and run away and tell you I don't feel the same way anymore and I don't care. And you know what, you've pretty much done all. So I guess this is what you wanted. I guess, you wanted me to hate you, so you've made it pretty easy. And you were the one person that I had here that I really truly thought cared about me. But what I've learned recently is very conditional. It's all conditional with you. You know what, and, unless I'm the perfect girlfriend, you've got a problem with it. And I hate you for it, because you've tortured me. And I've told you all along, that the only thing that I wanted to do was work this out and I knew I was wrong. But, you know what, I guess you've got a problem with the fact that, you know, that I would want you to admit that you're wrong. I don't even know what the fuck I'm saying. I don't even know what I'm wasting my breath on you. Someone who doesn't give a flying shit about me. So, you know what, I hope this is how you wanted this to end up. Pretty good scene, isn't it. Take care.

You know, you're making me go out of my mind. And I'm not kidding. I'm not kidding. I can't handle this like you can. I'm begging you as a human being to please call me back. Please call me back. Please call me back, I'm not doing well. Please call me back. You know, as a human being, please. As someone who once cared about me, can you please call me back. Please. Please.

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